a blog about an Essex girl living in Swansea, chatting about baking, rowing, other bits and bobs, and some crazy teaching times in India

Thursday, 31 January 2013

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Oh wait. Wrong superhero.

I'm now a crime-fighter. Swansea student by day, patrolling Wind Street by night.

Robin/Batgirl/Wonder Woman/Catwoman. In case you didn't guess.

Think I enjoy running around in a cape far too much.

Big love, xo

Rain, rain, go away, please don't come again another day

Note: I wrote this the other day and may have only just finished it now.
I've just got in from food shopping in town, and I resemble a drowned rat. Or a chipmunk, to be more precise, as I often think my front teeth veer to the larger side of the scale. So sitting here nibbling on my Ryvita (I tell people I think it tastes nice, but I'm lying, although this time I think I picked the better flavour, Mediterranean Herbs; feeling like devouring the whole packet but surely that would defeat the object of buying Ryvita), I am wondering who actually looks good in the rain. So I've made a top five of famous people. It's hard to even do that, because most people look disgusting when their make-up runs and their shoes are sodding. Even actresses. Even models.

Well, this one was kind of obvious. As much as I really dislike The Notebook (I will only watch it to admire Ryan Gosling's beautiful face); and as much as I think the kissing in the rain scene is hideously cliche but kind of hot (mainly because Ryan Gosling is involved); Rachel MacAdams seems to pull off 'caught-in-a-rainstorm' chic. Or maybe I'm just wishing I was her in that scene...

Penn Badgely has got that geeky cute look down to a T. I don't know how he does it but he manages to be one of those people that seem to not know they're attractive yet are astonishingly so. I like those people. They're the most reliable. If you know you're attractive, you're normally a bit arrogant (I was going to say up yourself, but I think that's a bit too harsh).
Anyway, look at him battling that wind. Penn, feel free to save my umbrella anytime.

Nicole Kidman is one of those lucky ones who are blessed with the gift of looking good au naturel. I just wish she'd eat a bit more cake.

So number two is a kind of joint one. Because they're equally beautiful. As much as I feel that Kate needs to put on weight (can't wait until the baby fat is showing, she is going to look so healthy), she is still stunning. If only I could have her legs! Or tummy. Or face. Or all of them, and I'd be hottie of the year, woo hoo! I'd also have a gorgeous husband and a couple of estates in my pocket too. Nice one.

So the winner is totally justified. Ewan McGregor just looks good in anything, fact. I am a total sucker for him in Star Wars especially. I'm just a total sucker for Star Wars in general. I think any girl would agree - and if they don't, they're suffering from concussion or similar.

Hope you enjoyed my little bit of celeb-admiring. Now you know my crushes.

Big love, xo

P.S. Ewan McGregor, call me maybe?

Tuesday, 29 January 2013


Perhaps the more I do which hurts me will also in turn hurt you, and push you further away. Then you'll get over it sooner.

I don't think the required motions are being enacted. It's revolving and I keep ending up back to where I started.

(I want some) big love (in the form of hugs) xo

Sunday, 27 January 2013

This Is How Weekends Should Be.

It's sad that my Sunday nights consist of watching Call the Midwife and Mr Selfridge, already in my pyjamas, wrapped in a blanket on the sofa.

Did someone say middle-aged?

Big love, xo

Oh Hey There.

It's been on my mind for a while, but I thought it was about time to write another post. I've come to associate writing on here with various different things - and those associations aren't exactly bright and rosy, they're a bit dim and damp, the darker corners of my life. Of course some posts are super cheery, I'm loving life, going a bit crazy for it actually, but then I think the majority come across as a bit of a whinge. A bit of whine. I'm writing to get problems off my chest.

I hate the fact that it seemed like there was a succession of dismal accounts of my life - 'I've just come out of relationship, boo hoo' 'I'm finding it difficult to get over someone so I'm going to have a huge rant and confess all my deepest feelings for him' 'I'm getting slightly better so I feel like I should blab about it.' In all honesty, I have decided that as much as I dislike myself for writing some of those things, and perhaps being a lot more open than I should have been (I sometimes refer to this blog as a kind of public diary), I am kind of glad I did get that out of my system. 

See, I've been going through a bit of a life trauma. I won't go into the ins and outs, because there are kind a few and they're kind of boring and lengthy. And also, a bit too personal. As much as I enjoy plastering my life all over social networks, I do wish for some element of privacy. My life took a bit of a nosedive last term, but Christmassy things and having a bit of a break from uni certainly helped, and I'm feeling slightly better about things, though I'm still prone to slipping back into bad habits (i.e., Friday night and the excessive amount of gin that was consumed, I'm not exactly proud of myself, let's put it that way).

I did begin writing a New Year's post about a week or two ago, it was really upbeat actually. Unnecessarily so. I was on fire - loving the library and revising my bum off, having a wonderful time with my highlighters making my notes resemble a rainbow; I was eating so healthily that Dr Christian would have been proud (that guy off Embarrassing Bodies who has a smokin' hot bod, but is sadly gay, I'm a bit gutted to say the least), and I was having a fab time with my housemates (I still am, I love them to bits). Then I was a bit of a knob when we all went out  after rowing camp (yes, that's right, rowing camp). 

Slightly weak at the knees. What a stunner.

It's okay though, silly things happen, and I know nothing was meant. I know what I'm like underneath anything I may have stupidly done or said. I'm actually feeling confident right now, which is a bit mental. I'm a good person (sometimes), and I have good intentions (they may not always work out as planned, but they are there initially) - and I genuinely do think the world will all be sunshine and rainbows one day. 

The next year is going to be fab. I have decided this. I have an amazing house of girls to live with (one is my beaut of a best friend) - although I technically would say I live with a boy as well, because I swear Lucy's boyfriend has taken up residence here, but it's okay, he's decent - I have such a interesting little circle of friends, I have the best family I could wish for (and Mumsie is totally in the best friend zone at the moment, I feel we are good pals right now), I am obsessed with the gym which can only be a good thing, and I am healthy (as far as I know, I don't have any life threatening diseases right now so that's a bonus).

Another couple of stunners.

I'm such an idiot when I write. This definitely comes into the 'I'm going to blab about good things' category. It's a good one.

I'm off to have some food now. With full fat mayo. Life is definitely heading uphill.

Big love, xo